What can I tell you, beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, and here is beauty so judge away.
As my pal, Zaphod Beeblebrox would say, so long and thanks for all the fish.
Yeah, I know all the world’s a stage, but remind me is this stage right or stage left for my exit?
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow . . .
‘Brevity is the soul of wit.‘ Now as your lawyer let me explain. Sit, this will take a while.
‘A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!‘ Hey, flying gets tiring, you know.
You may call me a Moorhen but I prefer to be called Othello.